To all the fans of my original series, The Seducer: Mission Impossible, the wait is over. I bring to you the origins of James Coltez, which will be released in a trilogy. As always, I will appreciate any feedback, good or bad. Enjoy!
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James made one last adjustment to his tie while looking in the mirror. He grabbed his keys from the dresser and turned to look at his wife, who was sound asleep on the bed. His eyes took in the view hungrily. He could never leave in the morning until he had his fill.
Allison was lying on her chest with her head turned to the side. The blanket was halfway down her naked back. James sat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers softly down her back. Her skin felt like silk. James had never felt such beautiful skin until he had met Allison. The memory of the first time he ran his hands over her naked body was still enough to give him an amazing hard-on.
Allison shivered at James' touch. She murmured something in her sleep and rolled over onto her back. Her pale pink nipples stood erect in the cool air. James' hand traced the curve of her heavy breasts. His wife's breathing had changed. She was still asleep but her body was responding to his touch. He smiled.
I can't be late for work.
But he couldn't stop caressing his wife's body. He felt that he would be happy if all he ever did was hold her in his arms and make love to her. All the other pleasures were just the cherry on top. This woman lying here was his greatest pleasure in life. Everything else was gray and bland in comparison.
He studied her profile like he always did every morning. He fell for her at first sight. The sight of this tall woman with flaming red hair was a sight to behold. She wasn't a fake red-head either. Her hair was the real deal; bright red-orange that gave her the look of a fiercely passionate woman.
And she was definitely that; that and more. As with any true red-head, her skin was ivory white. The contrast between her fiery head of hair and her pale skin drove James crazy. Her nipples and pussy were the palest pink. And she knew what kind of affect her body had on James. She would drive him wild with passion until she finally let him make love to her.
James ran his fingers along the side of her nipple and then rubbed it with his thumb. He heard her let out a breath. He looked up at her and saw her eyes locked on his. She had eyes the color of a pale blue sky. He rubbed her nipple again and she moaned. Her eyes were still locked on his and were no longer sleepy. They were full of heat.
"Why are you dressed?" she whispered huskily.
The question brought James back down to earth.
Shit! I am going to be late.
"I have to go to work, my love," James replied. He sighed in disappointment and stood up.
"How about you be late just this once," she said, as she pulled down the blanket to reveal her nude body. She spread her legs to show James her glistening pussy.
James wiped sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He could feel his cock straining against his dress pants.
"Baby, I can't. You know how much trouble I would be in if I was late. It's tax season!" he told her miserably.
The fire seemed to go out of her as she sighed. She pulled the blanket back up over her body. "I know baby. You go on ahead to work. I will see you tonight."
He bent down to kiss her. "Sorry," he muttered apologetically. She kissed him hungrily and grabbed his crotch. She broke the kiss and laughed. James promised himself that he would pay her back for that.
He staggered out of the room as though he was drunk.
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James made it to work just on time. He rushed inside the building and took the elevator to the 21st floor. The elevator doors opened and he threaded his way through the cubicles and sneaked into the back of the conference room, which was already packed for the morning meeting.
"Ok people, settle down." James' boss, Mr. Evans, stood at the head of the long conference table. The table was occupied by all the high-level managers. James, as a lowly tax accountant, was standing in the back with the rest of the worker bees.
Mr. Evans continued. "First, I would like to extend my thanks once again to all of your hard work. I know being here at 6 in the morning is tough enough. But at the rate you are cranking out the tax returns, you will all be generously compensated once tax season is over."
There was a smatter of polite applause.
Generously compensated my ass. What was it last year? Stock options? A big bonus? No, it was additional 2 weeks of leave time. Thank you, but you can cram your "generous compensation" up your ass.
But James clapped along with all the other monkeys.
Mr. Evans continued with his speech. James listened long enough to hear words like "increase efficiency" before his mind started to wonder. He glanced around at the other accountants grouped around him. Some people were stifling yawns while others were surreptitiously sending text messages on their phones. One kiss-ass, Jim Driscoll, was listening avidly to Mr. Evan's inane dribble. James looked past him in disgust and spotted his secretary standing next to Jim. James felt his pulse increase slightly.
Isabell was a beautiful woman. She had been hired at the beginning of the tax season to take the place of James' old secretary, Martha. Old Martha had suddenly decided to retire and wasted no time in firing off an email to the company bigwigs, telling them all kinds of things that they could do with each other's cocks. Old Martha was creative; James had to give her that. Some of the things she suggested made even James blush. Of course, the executives had no idea who Martha was, so her email lost a little bit of sting. She was escorted out of the building, red-faced with fury.
And so the company had hired Isabell almost right away, without consulting James of course. He was just mid-level, after all, but still semi-important enough to warrant a secretary. However, James had to give them credit on this one. Isabell was as intelligent as she was beautiful. And that was saying something.
Isabell was a beautiful Mexican woman. She had straight black hair that was cut short to frame her face. She wasn't the darkest Mexican that James had seen, but her skin had that natural tan. She had big brown eyes that James fancied he could fall into and drown if he let himself.
Isabell was taking notes as James' eyes lingered on her. There was definitely something odd about her, James decided. When she first started work, she would wear low-cut blouses and short skirts. James thought it was a tad too unprofessional. Besides, he had never really thought much of women who dressed like that.
She must have been told something, because she stopped wearing clothes like that and began fully covering herself. In James' opinion, she might have gone a little too overboard because her clothes were a little too masculine. She would wear collared shirts and dress pants.
Then, the week after that, her wardrobe changed again! This time she seemed to find a place that was in the middle of too sexy and too conservative. She wore decent-length skirts and her blouses showed just the barest hint of cleavage. It was a style of dress that James liked the most.
In fact, if it wasn't too absurd to be true, James could have sworn that she was tailoring her outfits to his personal preference. Because these semi-conservative clothes were all she wore now.
She must have decided not to wear contacts anymore because she started wearing glasses as well. Which was another thing that James thought was hot on a woman.
Today she was wearing a knee-length black skirt and black high-heels. The heels really showed off her calves, which was something of a fetish for James. He loved legs, especially Allison's. Her silky-smooth legs were enough to make him cream his pants.
Isabell was also wearing a black jacket over a silver blouse, which was unbuttoned low enough to show the tops of her breasts. She must have felt that somebody was watching her because she glanced back behind her. She caught James looking and gave him a little smile. She turned back to take notes. James felt his face flushing.
